. Two in a zoo . as you did yesterday,what the elephants are saying. But already, in a low, monotonous voice,as though in a dream, the boy was interpret-ing the talk of Mahmoud and his mate. Behold, it is the little Limping Boy,vsaid Mahmoud, with his lips close to the ear TWO I N A ZOO of Duchess. My old eyes are dim, but withmy two fingers have I felt the iron on hisleg, and I know it is he. Verily, it is he, my Lord, answeredDuchess, caressingly. And with him againis the strange little bird without wings—or,mayhap the gaudy creature is of his ownpeople. It is well. Do you recall, O Light of
. Two in a zoo . as you did yesterday,what the elephants are saying. But already, in a low, monotonous voice,as though in a dream, the boy was interpret-ing the talk of Mahmoud and his mate. Behold, it is the little Limping Boy,vsaid Mahmoud, with his lips close to the ear TWO I N A ZOO of Duchess. My old eyes are dim, but withmy two fingers have I felt the iron on hisleg, and I know it is he. Verily, it is he, my Lord, answeredDuchess, caressingly. And with him againis the strange little bird without wings—or,mayhap the gaudy creature is of his ownpeople. It is well. Do you recall, O Light ofmy Life, how the little Limping Boy stoodat our door and talked softly to himself? Iremember such a boy long, long ago in theJungle, before the days of my captivity, onlyhe was naked and had brown skin—as brownas that of my baby sister. I, too, saw and heard him, my Lord. Ithought he talked of us and pitied us in ourcaptivity. Now Mahmoud ceased his talk and for amoment reflected deeply. At length he said: 6. Toots, tell me as you did yesterday, what the elephantsare saying. THE NEW YORKPUB! E-JOAFOUNDATIONS TWO IN A ZOO Lo, there are two worlds, O Light ofmy Life, the Master World and the MenialWorld; and few there be that stand know not how it happens that we, thouand I, my beloved, are of the Menial World,but it is so. We be Menial People, and thelittle Limping Boy is of the Master Peo-ple; yet it clings in my mind that he isnearer. Again Mahmoud paused to reflect; butDuchess broke in with conviction, saying: My Lord, may it not be that the littleLimping Boy is one that stands between? That is a matter upon which I havepondered deeply, sighed Mahmoud. It isevident that he understands our talk. Hehas the iron upon his leg, yet his talk is notthe talk of the Menial People. Alas, I cannot be sure on this point. These MasterPeople have strange ways and a strange T W O IN A ZOO tongue. When their skins are dark, as theyare in the Jungle, their talk is not so diffi-c
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